Page 61 of Hunt Me
‘You’re going to regret that,’Ruaridh chastises, but another slight rock of my hips as I clench my walls around him has his resolve crumbling.
I see the moment he caves, unable to hold back, but I want more. I crave more from him. I want the monster I know he can be.
‘Make me,’I challenge.
He snaps.
Ruaridh’s thrusts are punishing, and that wave of pleasure crashes through me. My whole body tenses, shaking beneath his grip, and I scream through my release.
I feel like I’m on fire, tingling with the most prolonged orgasm I have ever experienced. I’m delirious with the sensation, mumbling about pleasure, but none of it makes sense to my ears.
Ruaridh’s swollen lips meet my own as he whispers praises between kisses. His words have me feeling another level of high as I come down from my orgasm. His grip on my thighs loosens, and his palms rest either side of my head, his stomach now flush with my own.
This position feels different, more intimate, as he trails kisses up and down my neck. I match his movements, trailing my hands across his back, behind his neck. I allow my ankles to hook around his hips, encouraging him closer.
I’m touching him like a woman starved like he is my last breath before I drown.
Ruaridh’s thrusts become irregular as he pauses his worship of my body, and hot air fans across my cheek as he moans his release.
His big muscular body collapses on top of me, his head nestled in the crook of my neck as I let my own fall back in exhaustion.
Our bodies rise and fall in unison, our laboured pants becoming one.
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I’m not sure how long it has been or how long we have been lying here together with Ruaridh still inside me. At some point, I’d begun to trail my fingertip up and down his back, and now it feels too natural to stop. Like not doing the movement would be weird and unnatural.
Ruaridh also started using his own version of soothing touches. First, he lightly combed his fingers through my hair, then to my scalp, and now, he trails his lips up my neck right towards my earlobe.
One kiss,‘You’re perfect, Fauna.’Then a second,‘In every single way.’
His words warm my heart, making me feel so content that I could stay here forever. Like nothing else matters and it never has to end.
‘You did so well taking me like that, baby.’Another kiss, this one to the left, as he moves around, drawing a line towards my lips.
When his lips touch mine this time, we don’t fight for dominance; it’s not hard or desperate. Instead, the pressure is soft and caring as they gently connect with my own, lightly dancing across one another.
Ruaridh hesitantly pulls away, but before there’s too much distance, he places a tender kiss on the tip of my nose. I can’t help the butterflies that take off in my stomach or hold back the smile I feel spread across my face.
He looks beautiful above me. Forest-green eyes that look down through soft, lazy lids, such a relaxed look compared to his usual harsh gaze. His cheeks are flushed, and his lips are swollen, and all it does is turn me on more.
‘How are you feeling, baby?’Ruaridh asks with such affection in his voice.
‘Good,’I sigh, wholly content.
He laughs, gliding his knuckles across my cheek.‘Good, huh? You look a little more than good.’
‘Oh really?’
‘Yes,’he breaths.
I catch his hand, holding it there against me for a second before letting go and looking between us, I wiggle my hips.
He’s not as hard as before, but I can still feel how he fills me.
Ruaridh looks down to where he is still inside of me; a sheepish grin spreads across his face.‘You might be a little sore. Ready for me to move?’
I nod, already feeling the slight discomfort from how hard we went.
